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in by the performers' entrance and let his eyes travel round the seats—seeing which, Hugh ducked behind the bushman's shoulder. The crowd coming in had dwindled to a few late arrivals. Big Dan nodded towards the leader of the band, who, cornet in hand, was watching him.

The soft music changed to a sudden crashing blare. It was answered instantly by growls and roars from the menagerie tent. Simultaneously, the curtains parted, drawn back by two men, and a great white "rosin-back" cantered into the ring, bearing a slender girl in rose-pink tights, with a gleaming headdress of silver. Round and round they went, the slender legs swinging backwards and forwards across the horse. She leaped down, bounding as she touched the ground: ran at the horse, landing on her knees, astride, facing either way: stood on his back, kissing her finger-tips to the audience, her pretty face alight with smiles. Big Dan tossed her a silver skippingrope: she caught it deftly, whirling it round her head in shining loops. The horse's pace increased to a gallop: she began to skip, faster and faster; and, so skipping, was borne swiftly out of the ring, jumping off just as the curtains opened to admit the horse. She ran back, laughing, to meet the storm of applause: then danced out of sight.

"Gosh!" said the bushman, heavily.

Hugh was all athrill. He wondered who she was: he had not seen any one so pretty, so young and happy, among the women of the Circus—who had, indeed, appeared to him uninteresting, in the few glimpses he had